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Lin Lang and Ramses returned to the place where the truck was parked.
The dark-skinned young man lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, depressed.
Ramses didn't have time to pay attention to the young man's sorrow, and asked him directly, "Where is Xue Qiqi?"
"Going away. There's no coming back."
actually left
Ramses frowned deeply, "Which direction did she go?"
Mu Lai raised his hand and pointed to the east.
"Let's catch up." Ramses made a decisive decision, grabbed Lin Lang's hand and ran eastward.
To the east is the opposite direction to the pyramid, and the number of tourists is gradually decreasing, and there is an open and flat sea of sand. Ramses has no trouble seeing Xue Qiqi in white clothes. She is surrounded by several strong men. in the middle. Xue Qiqi was so panicked, how could she have thought that she was so lucky that she would meet hooligans wherever she went
Her gaze inadvertently turned to one side, and her whole heart became hot.
"Ramesses, I, I am here!"
Xue Qiqi pushed the person away, shouted for help, and ran towards Ramses with all her strength—she had completely ignored Lin Lang beside the man.
The younger brother was still holding his frail older sister, and saw a group of vicious men behind Xue Qiqi's buttocks.
Ramses thought darkly... Let her die on the spot.
He shielded Lin Lang behind him, and drew the dagger from his waist.
Ramses had keen eyesight, and he thought to himself, this group of people are not ordinary harassing hooligans, but they came prepared.
Sure enough, during the chase, someone pulled out a knife, and the cold light shot around, scaring Xue Qiqi's face pale.
"Pffff—"
Blood splattered.
Ramses blocked the knife for Xue Qiqi, he couldn't just watch the things he went home being destroyed.
Xue Qiqi was so moved, "Your Majesty, do you feel pain?"
She even forgot the danger at hand, and stepped forward to check Ramses' wound.
Ramses glanced at her like a fool.
Before Xue Qiqi could figure it out, she was stabbed solidly.
"Ahh! It hurts!"
Screams resounded through the sky.
Ramses' expression changed slightly.
I don't know if Xue Qiqi howled too hard, and there was a change in the surroundings.
The clouds froze the sun.
The gravel on the ground began to vibrate.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
The mysterious power wants to break out of the ground.
Everyone was surprised, and then they couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground one by one, eating hot sand with their mouths full.
"My God, what the hell is this!"
With screams, they quickly found themselves in a "giant funnel", and a strong suction grabbed their legs and pulled them down little by little.
This piece of golden quicksand is frantically absorbing foreign objects!
"Oh, nature is crazy!"
"Crazy head! Hurry up and call for help, we will die here!"
People felt desperate that in a short period of time, sand and rocks flew around, and a thick layer of sand was built. It was so dark that they could hardly see the situation outside!
"elder sister!"
Ramses was horrified, and regardless of the pain in his arm, he climbed up with his injured hand, and narrowly escaped from the whirlpool.
Xue Qiqi fainted out of fright.
"Snapped-"
Ramses kicked the pile of sand hard, pulled the person out like a carrot, and dragged her forward.
The direction was exactly where Lin Lang was.
The sand poured into the eyes like crazy, Ramses wiped it hard, it was hot and painful.
He fell down and rolled and crawled a few steps.
Xue Qiqi was even more miserable. She woke up midway and found that she was being carried upside down with sand in her nostrils!
"Hello-"
She protested weakly, quickly drowned out by the rumbling of the ground.
"Bang bang bang!"
Ramses ran with all his strength, half of his eyes were swollen badly, and he could barely see the figure not far away.
Behind her was the boundless golden desert, the towering pyramid looming in the wind and sand, the black veil around her cheeks was blown away, and her long hair was wantonly entangled around her waist. She was like a god wandering in the twilight, looking around in panic, not knowing how to escape the disaster.
"Rameses!"
She also saw Ramses, shouted happily, and ran over in a hurry.
don't come! run!
run!
Countless grains of sand and gravel poured into Ramses' throat, making his flesh bloody, his hoarse voice mixed with blood, like the whimper of a strong wind.
He curled his fingers and clasped his throat hard.
"help me!"
A hand reached out from below and grabbed Ramses' ankle.
Caught off guard by the pull, the younger brother lost his balance and plunged headlong into the sand.
The people in the distance couldn't hear her brother's warning at all. Seeing people staggering and falling to the ground, she ran even faster.
"I bah bah bah bah!"
Xue Qiqi was the first to suffer from Ramses' fall, and finally struggled out of the sand flow. She was lamenting that surviving a catastrophe would bring great blessings, but when she turned her head and looked, she was frightened out of her wits, "Oh my god! Can this quicksand still move?!"
Her feet felt like they had been filled with lead, and she didn't know whether she had cramps or was frightened, but she couldn't stand up.
Faced with the threat of death, Xue Qiqi could only hug tightly to her God of salvation.
Ramses covered his mouth and coughed, the sand between his fingers was stained with blood, and his tense nerves tightened again.
Only the last few points of strength are left.
"Let go!"
Pharaoh made a decisive decision and chose to give up the humanoid time travel tool. His physical strength was almost exhausted, not to mention that there was a sister and wife running towards him in front of him.
That's the person he needs to protect the most.
"My lord! You can't leave me! Please!"
The humanoid time-traveling tool was crying with snot flying all over the place, and hugged his calf tightly.
"-open!"
Ramses panted heavily irritably, he kicked his feet, but still did not shake off Xue Qiqi.
"-ah!"
Xue Qiqi let out a scream, and she was dragged into the whirlpool of quicksand.
Ramses was pulled by her, and he was also doomed. Half of his body was sunk in the thick sand flow, his ears were buzzing, and his senses were instantly blocked by the disaster.
The suffocation is getting worse.
From the neck to the top of the head, it devoured his consciousness.
Xue Qiqi was even more desperate, her time-traveling ability had failed, and she could disappear in a blink of an eye as long as she sensed danger before!
She broke down and cried.
Compared with her, Ramses was even more unwilling, he didn't want to die here.
In case he died, what would his sister do
"Rameses!"
He had a splitting headache and lost control of his body.
It seemed to hear a voice, faintly transmitted from a distance.
The only thing he could feel was that his bare hands were being held.
hot…
what is it
tears
Ramses opened his mouth, which was filled with sand and stones.
In vain, without making any sound.
run... run... don't stay here... it's dangerous here...
The heavy suffocation cut his strong will, and his emotions were fragmented.
He was in so much pain, sobbing desperately, trying to urge her to leave quickly in this way.
In the chaos, Ramses smelled a fishy smell.
The warm liquid dripped down the lines of his palm and seeped into the sand.
is blood.
Ramses seemed to have noticed something, and his stiff body struggled again.
Vigorously, wanting to break free from imprisonment.
"Misty..."
She called him affectionately, just like those countless starry nights, when he occasionally acted badly, lying beside her lap and refused to get up, she was extremely helpless, so she could only soften her tone and coax her coquettish younger brother. At that time, the moonlight was as cool as water, like the white gauze on the cheeks of a young girl. There were occasional lingering sounds of water from the lotus pond, and the aroma of figs was in the wind, thick and sweet.
Her eyes are always on the sky and the distance.
But in the heart of the young prince, he only remembered his sister's long, long eyelashes when she was sleeping, like a thousand little black cats sleeping.
He is proud of loving his sister and ashamed of not loving her.
She admires the strong, so he is ambitious and aims everywhere.
Even at the beginning, all his scheming was just to hold his sister's hand.
Just like this moment.
She clasped her hands together and covered his cold palm with a pious gesture.
"Mengmeng, you have to be good."
"Wait, wait for me, cough, I will find you..."
The hoarse female voice stopped abruptly.
suddenly disappeared.
The world freezes.
Time stands still.
He fell into a coma.
"... No! Sister!"
Ramses awoke from a blood-red dream.
He clutched his cramped heart, his body twitched slightly due to convulsions, and a large amount of sweat wetted the ends of his hair and his back.
"Your Majesty, you are awake."
Outside the gauze tent, the maid in white shyly presented the crown and loincloth.
The sober king remained silent for a long time.
The maid strengthened her courage and carefully opened the curtain.
The black hair is messy and scattered on the broad bare/naked chest, and the ferocious veins on the neck are faintly visible. The bronze-colored muscles were soaked in hot sweat, like the golden double rings of the sun disk around the ears, flashing a subtle light.
The Egyptian pharaoh covered his eyes with one hand, his chest heaved and he was panting violently.
The new maid immediately panicked and rushed to the king's side, "Your Majesty, how are you doing?"
Pharaoh's lips moved slightly.
"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!"
The maid was close to his face, and the fragrance was permeating, and in return, the pharaoh twisted his head in disgust.
"-roll."
Even after covering those eagle-like golden eyes, the pharaoh's deterrence did not fade in the slightest. The beautiful maid turned pale instantly, and crawled out of the king's bedroom.
"How many times is this?"
Seeing this scene, the older maid shook her head involuntarily.
"Your Majesty hasn't summoned a concubine for more than 20 years, a little slave, you still want your Majesty to take a look?"
The companion nodded in agreement, and expressed his opinion, "Perhaps these female slaves feel that the king doesn't like noble concubines, and may prefer girls with low status and submissive temperament."
"The little girl is still naive."
"That's right. Before they were born, Queen Nefertari was famous for her incomparable and glorious beauty. They had never seen the queen's demeanor before she was alive, so they thought that they were uniquely beautiful and could easily win the king's favor. Beloved, you must know that Concubine Isenofreite is also famous for her beauty, but in the end—”
"Shh, don't say it, the king doesn't want to hear that name."
The two of them kept quiet and went about their own business.
This is the thirtieth year of Ramses II's reign.
He can't remember how many times he woke up from nightmares, wrapped in gorgeous embroidered quilts, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a magnificent bedroom and beautifully dressed maids.
All the people surrounded him.
He holds the scepter of Pharaoh in his hand and is the supreme king of Egypt.
More than 20 years ago, a loyal priest found the pharaoh who had been missing for half a year in the desert near the temple. He had a high fever, was seriously injured, and was unconscious. After intensive care, the pharaoh woke up three days later. There were cheers from below, and Pharaoh, who was recovering from a serious illness, looked at them indifferently.
Like a wandering lonely ghost.
Pharaoh changed.
He became more warlike and ambitious. He went to war year after year, and the iron and blood laws suppressed the kings of all countries.
At the same time, Pharaoh changed his low-key style in the past, built a lot of construction during his rule, and hired craftsmen with wealth from war hunting. Ramses II built a large number of palaces, temples, statues, and steles in Thebes and Memphis, either exquisite or magnificent, the number and luxury of which exceeded the specifications of previous kings.
The Egyptian monarch issued an edict to the craftsmen, asking them to record the ambitions and feats of his reign on carvings and inscriptions.
Do everything you can to warmly praise the sacredness and great achievements of the king.
When the great emperor was ninety-one years old, he became the most legendary king in Egyptian history.
His subjects loved him, his enemies feared him, and even the gods took special care of him, forgetting his resting day for a long time.
Bell, the new capital city.
Under the bright sun, the crowd was bustling with each other performing their duties. Soldiers wear helmets and hold sharps, and conduct daily patrols in the streets. The officials rushed to the pharaoh's palace in a hurry and elegantly with heavy wigs on their hands. Accompanied by heavy shouts, several large ships docked, and a group of men with big arms and round waists rushed up, skilled in unloading precious cargo from foreign countries.
Busyness and prosperity are the main themes of this new capital.
People have already eliminated the fear and anxiety of moving the capital earlier, and gained inner enrichment in their day-to-day life.
Maybe it was because of the power of the gods, they thought.
Splendid temples and prayer dances can be seen everywhere in the bustling new city. In the north lies the guardian god Uto, in the east there is the sound of the goddess Astarte riding a horse, in the south is the god Seth who rules the desert, in the west the light of the god Amon breaks through the chaos and ushers in the dawn of people's hope. .
God's presence is everywhere.
People's belief in the gods has become more and more enthusiastic and firm.
For example, at this moment, they saw an old man with white hair holding a bunch of lotus flowers and slowly walking towards the Temple of Amun in the north. The sun in June was scorching hot like lava, and the old man did not avoid it at all. He is tall and burly, with a straight back, wrapped in a white shawl and pleated waistcoat, walking calmly in the middle of the street without any cover, only his palms are raised, and he is carefully caring for the ice-blue water lily in his arms.
This flower is dedicated to God Amon, right
Everyone thought so.
Behind the old man was a combination of an old man and a young man.
People felt inexplicably familiar, and watched them pass by with awe.
At noon, the Temple of the Sun stands majestically, and the lapis lazuli god relief is coated with a layer of blue glaze by the sunlight, interweaving into a magnificent color.
On the glorious throne, the main god of Egypt is holding an iron whip, looking majestically at his most beloved son of glory.
"The statue is well done."
An old and low male voice sounded from the hall.
The young clerk replied respectfully, "Following your instructions, we selected 138 top craftsmen in Thebes and Memphis, and selected the most suitable costumes for God Amon from hundreds of base maps. , Posture..." Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the old general next to him with gestures.
The young man suddenly thought of something and immediately fell silent.
"Shushasha—"
It was the sound of sleeves brushing against rough stone.
The old Egyptian pharaoh wiped the sacrificial stone platform carefully and meticulously until it was spotless, and then put the blue lotus in his arms on the stone platform one by one.
Afterwards, the pharaoh lowered his brows, put his hands together, and entered the daily prayer ceremony.
The clerk did the same.
I don't know how long it took, the clerk's calf and buttocks were numb, but he didn't dare to move a bit—didn't you see that the pharaoh and the old general were standing still and not moving at all
To be honest, he sometimes doubts his own age, otherwise how can he, a young man in his early twenties, have weaker physical strength than the elderly
"Uld."
Pharaoh finally opened his mouth.
The clerk wept with joy. He moved his numb arm and responded in a low voice, "What is Pharaoh's order?"
"After I die, how will you record my life?"
The clerk screamed in his heart, oh my god, he really can't be too happy about answering this terrible question!
All right, which monarch would ask himself what happens after death
He carefully considered the language and recited the whole text with a beautiful aria, "You are the glorious king of Egypt. You joined the army at the age of ten, fought in all directions with Seti I at the age of fifteen, and defeated the Hittites at the age of twenty-five. Your heroic appearance is magnificent." In praise of…”
Pharaoh smiled half-smile, "Oh, really?"
The clerk's heart skipped a beat.
Too bad, Lord Pharaoh doesn't seem to be satisfied.
But it doesn't matter, as the longest surviving clerk, he deeply understands a truth, hugging the thigh must be fast, accurate and ruthless!
The clerk tried his best to stabilize himself, "You came to the throne at the age of twenty-five and married Queen Nefertari in the same year. She is so beautiful and wise that you fell in love deeply and couldn't extricate yourself."
That's right, what he hugged was Queen Nefertari's thigh!
Pharaoh was strict with the law and never showed mercy, except for the queen.
"When you were thirty-five years old, you built a temple for the queen in Abu Simbel. You asked craftsmen to put the statue of the queen on the soles of your feet, implying eternal protection and never separation. In the Valley of the Queens, you once said that you The queen's love is unique, cough..."
The young man blushed slightly, embarrassed to continue talking.
It's so meaty.
Especially when he was still facing the majestic and solemn face of the old pharaoh, he couldn't imagine the iron-blooded king showing a sunny and innocent look like a young boy in love.
... No, I can't think about it anymore, his idol's character design is about to collapse.
"And then?" Ramses II asked with interest.
The clerk stared at the Pharaoh with a piercing expression.
Does this kind of love story between husband and wife really need him to be relayed by an outsider
Ramses II chuckled, the long time in power endowed the pharaoh with profound power and aura, and at this moment, his sharp brows were sparsely opened, showing a bit of the publicity of his youth, "Sister, she If you hear these words, you will definitely bully me. She is the worst, she is a liar, and she always likes to bully honest children. "
Clerk: "..."
Are you serious
Pharaoh thought for a while, and felt that it was inappropriate to speak like this, so he added in a low voice, "Don't say it, you said it... Well, don't say I said it."
Clerk: "..."
Seeing the disbelief on the young man's face, Pharaoh thought he must have been fooled by the queen's damn beauty. Ramses II was very unconvinced, and emphasized again, "She is really bad. If one day you see her—"
He paused.
"Don't be surprised by her hair and clothes, don't lock her up, and don't beat her. You should worship her like a god and love her. When she gets old, bury her next to me. At that time, I will Taught her personally."
All this sounds like a fairy tale, how can the dead soul return to the world
But Pharaoh insisted that his sister would return to Egypt one day.
back to him.
On the day they became husband and wife, he drank the water of life from the Nile with her, and made an ancient oath with her in the temple of Karnak.
He kissed her forehead.
She was his supposed wife, his great Egyptian mistress.
They made an appointment, and they will meet again in the future.
But the day of their reunion was farther away than he had imagined.
The pharaoh stared at the gray eagle under the dome of the temple, closed his eyes, buried all his emotions, and regained the indifferent and calm king before he was an adult, "Uld, there is something you need to do."
The clerk listened respectfully.
"When I die, you can write like this. Ramesses II, a tyrant, a war madman, likes to kill and plunder by nature. His hobby is to flatter himself, so he ordered craftsmen to build a large number of palaces and temples. He owned countless palaces and temples in his life. Women, there are eight queens alone, more than a hundred concubines, and countless heirs. He never refuses women, not only married his sister, but also married his own daughter, and lived a very happy life. In short, how romantic and ridiculous How to write, understand?"
The clerk shook his head in a daze.
He picked up the jaw that fell on the ground, closed it again, and said honestly, "I don't understand."
The clerk hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "Is your brain a little... burnt today?"
Didn’t the pharaoh want to use God as a matchmaker to bring Queen Nefertari back to Egypt when he built the temple
Besides, Pharaoh was notoriously not close to women, so where did he come from with women and heirs? Even the current heir is from a side bloodline, taught by Pharaoh himself.
Ramses II laughed angrily, and kicked the man lightly and hard.
"I told you to write like this, just write like this. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you a pharaoh or am I a pharaoh?"
The clerk nodded aggrievedly.
OK, you are the bandit leader.
"Okay, it's getting dark, you guys go back first." Pharaoh urged again.
"Hey, won't you go back with us, Your Majesty?"
The clerk was in a daze and was still out of state.
Ramses II laughed, and it was rare to tease him, "Why, the old pharaoh doesn't even have the freedom to date his little lover privately?"
The clerk was embarrassed.
Every day you devote yourself to scaring the beauties from all over the world, where is your little lover
"Boom!"
Without saying a word, the old general bowed his head and kowtowed heavily.
The clerk was dumbfounded.
What's going on here
Pharaoh raised the general's arm, patted it reassuringly, and said softly, "Go back. Don't scare the child."
One old and one young walked out of the temple.
The clerk was still covered, but he looked at the serious face of the old general and wisely chose to remain silent.
"jingle-"
Amidst the crisp sound of camel bells, the camel caravan brought a new batch of exotic spices.
Outside the quiet and isolated temple, there is a living world full of life. Groups of children step on each other in the fat and soft wet mud after the rain, leaving a string of lively little feet, and the laughter spreads for several streets. .
Someone is in the prime of life.
Someone has been dead for a long time.
The old pharaoh gently stroked the statue, his hands were thin, like a piece of wood that had lost its abundant moisture.
He is no longer young.
"When are you coming
When I was young, I was afraid that you would not come, and I couldn't sleep all night.
And when I grow old, I am afraid of your coming.
Ramses II asked the god, and seemed to be muttering to himself.
"I have achieved everything you wished for. Our people are safe and sound, our land is rich and fertile, our country is true, and our civilization will live forever."
Our Egypt is immortal, do you see it
Sister, Mengmeng has always been good.
Would you like to come here and have a look at me
Just one glance will do.
I can hardly remember what you look like, what kind of earrings you are wearing, what color waistcoat you are wearing, and what kind of sweet smile you have on your face.
I'm old, and I'm no longer that teenager who can hold you in one arm and spin you around in circles.
Sister, I... I'm afraid.
Afraid of aging, afraid of ugliness, afraid of closing the eyes, it will be dark.
Cold and uninteresting.
"Cough cough cough—"
The old pharaoh coughed in pain, and his back was covered with dark wounds from years of war. As a result, the pharaoh in his later years was often sick and difficult to sleep.
There was blood on the corners of his lips, but Ramses II did not wipe it off. He just leaned his head on the statue, raised his face, his pupils were dilated, and stared at a smear of blue beyond the window.
He once longed for the sky, but he was willing to be bound in a square inch and be her favorite king.
After a long time, Ramses II took out a small object from the hidden pocket folded in his waistcoat.
It's sugar.
Covered in iridescent icing.
The sky in Egypt is monotonous, and there are few clouds. This arid land has little rain all year round, and the chance of encountering a rainbow is very slim.
This was a reward for his sister braiding his hair when he was riding in the truck with his sister that day.
He kept it for sixty years and was never willing to eat it.
Accompanied by the slight sound of rustling, Ramses II held his breath and slowly peeled off the crystal clear rainbow candy wrapper.
Dirty.
He froze.
The chocolate candy core has long been melted by the sunlight in Egypt. Since it has not been treated for a long time, it can only slowly solidify, become moldy, and have spots. It is filled with a strange smell.
Ramses II was silent. He stretched out his trembling hand, gently hooked a smear of condensed powder with his little finger, and put it in his mouth.
"Hmm... sweet."
The old man covered his eyes and smiled happily like a child.
The palms are slightly wet.
Very sweet.
My sister really didn't lie to him.
My dearest god, you don't have to worry.
Ramses is no longer suffering.
In July, our Mother Nile River is about to usher in a day of flooding. If you come back, please inform your brother in advance.
I will not be afraid of darkness and wind and rain, and I will personally take you home.
I'm waiting for you.
no matter when.
wherever.